You are the soul of spiritualism. The land of matriarchy. The heart of valor. The scion of compassion. The testament of empathy. The simplicity of beauty. You are the sophistication of deference.
But, O' beloved and forgiving Mother! For each moment we astray this day, usher in the memories of path to your glorious past. For every deed in corrupt greed, let our conscience be reformed once more. For every attempt to sell your soul to the profiteering traders, bestow on us the courage to annihilate our sins. Each time we are so lowly and blind as to esteem castes and differentiate religions, punish us for infamy.
You who gifted us the air, water, hillocks and heritage -- bless us once more! With wisdom to love, knowledge to rejoice, and means to resist. You who showered on us the festivities to celebrate, lands to cultivate and villages to form communes -- empower us with courage to revolt against oppressions and exploitations. Let your daughters be at the forefront to torch down the sexist patriarchs; witness your indigenous peoples lead the march to free your land from corporate clutches; and may your unsung offsprings destroy the shackles of elitist eduction and grow limitlessly as finer beings!
Do grant your marginalized children more power, O' Mother!
Bande Utkala Janani!